This imaginary wall, was the only thing, between me and my muse
I kicked it hard, and laughed even harder
after writing a poem, about how much… my big toe now throb’s.
Author notes
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“his genius”
he wrote poems
Malabu
my complaint-
my muse keeps walking
while I’m standing still
‘Malabu was here’
though this poem went on holiday
still, I have left my mark
to my wall of blocked muse
when I am absent of words
I will draw pretty pictures
A contest entry
- Kicking The Wall by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended April 7, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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lol...thank you. Love, Lane
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Silly-billy! Why didn't you just imagine a door?
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oh dear, that would hurt,most likely leave one sobbing, but your poetry brings laughter as they reflect back on the issues, good luck...Lin
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